Well, wasn't that just what Naoya needed to add to his mounting frustrations. His fingers clenched into fists as he leaned back and tried to compose himself. Continuing to deny it would be useless, it was obvious that this kid wouldn't be fooled. No, if he knew enough to see how powerful the Mark was, then he had to have powers of some sort.

Shakily, Naoya's lips curled into a strained smile. "H-ha. So, how can you tell? No, let me guess... Mage of the dark arts, perhaps?" It seemed like the most obvious role for a kid that hailed from a world without modern technology, with a keen eye for curses.